Doomsday: the Rescue Team Is Waiting in the Shack

Heavy rain poured down the city and zombies roamed around. I hid in a container shack and ate compressed biscuits. The sound of braking outside shattered the iron sheet, and when I looked out, the military armored vehicle had stalled. The driver knocked on my door: Brother, do you have a wrench? I'll lend it to you and put you on the aircraft carrier in exchange.